Pulled a muscle again, famous right side lats,
With long lanky arms, my back can’t relax
There was a time these arms were cuddle some
Will that day return? These arms just shrug

My arms could be humerus with a radius to wrists,
My arms can be numerous with heaviest grips
Like a drug for thugs, we arm our men
Treat the 2nd amendment like an ornament
Mass shootings of kids and police brutality
These arms crease the peace on Black liberty

So many arms we sell - all gangsta exports
Even Vishnu sports all the Gaza reports
How do arms lead to peace?
The metal extension meant to pierce?
Religion has created the greatest of art
Inspiring sleeves and tearing others apart
Our firefighters lost lungs, limb by limb
“Ohh we gonna cut them down every single Muslim”
How does cuttin’ ranks lead to peace?
Hugs protect and heal in deep
We ship clips in crates, like mayonnaise, 
Guns scathe waists in the Middle East malaise
Leaving a bad taste this shit is messed up, 
Civilians and kids be coughin' up ketchup. 

The only genocide allowed in this history,
Hollywood reminds us every day the Nazis.
Not seeing and blind to all the other atrocities
China’s Uighurs, Modi’s NRC and even Rumi??? 
This ancient poet hearts melt and faces elated,
His Islamic roots, erased when translated
Unquestionable support for all of Israel,
Do arms lead to peace? Is this really real?

Blood doesn’t clean away stains of blood
Love does hug the pain as we rub
The elbow grease to cease this flood
Insurgents ‘n undeterred gents become martyrs
Like a detergent mixed with some water
Intolerance to difference, discomfort in new,
Separating colors as they might bleed into you,
The same machine that we rumble ‘n tumble in
Accepting our fate we can stumble to humblin’
Belief in separation only tightens the confusion,
The Indigenous can end this blindin’ illusion

My rich arm’s got choice, unlimited slots ‘n shots
Yo poor arm’s no choice on whether to die or not

And these arms that you see right here?
An American born arms who does fear
Those who shout “we have a right to bear arms”, as they near

Going back to the start,
Weren’t these arms meant to embrace one another
Among the human race my brother?
When will it end and I definitely don’t know what’s best
But I know that I’m tired and wanna give all these arms a rest